Fan Fiction
Sebastian Morgenstern watched in deep glee as the small boy went around and around the Hydra demon, the large black sword glinting in the white moon light. He was deeply pleased to see that the boy had gained so many features from him. The first thing was his tall height, broad shoulders, and lean frame. The boy had a strong jawline, icy blonde curls, and oddly different colored eyes. It made Sebastian upset to see that his son's left eye was solid black, the right a pale grayish blue shade. He hadn't expected to see that on his child. His child may have obtained many features from him, but that ability to make anyone do as he wished was solidly his mother's fault.
He had been so focused on his thoughts that he hadn't seen the first head of the wolf like monster go flying straight past his head. He finally paid attention. He noticed that there was one head left on the rigid monster, blood on his kid's face, and a dark gleam in his eyes. He glanced at the monster to see it slowly start to bleed before falling down into two separate piles of ash that gurgled away. He smirked at his child. The boy stood up and moved the bangs from his face, both his eyes slowly carrying to his father's. Sebastian stood up from the pier hanging up in the air by some chains and jumped down easily.
Dust sprayed up from under his large shoes, and he stepped up to his child, unsheathing the large weapon strapped to his own back. The boy stared in confusion.
"You will now have to fight me, Damien," explained Sebastian.
"Are you sure you wish to fight, old man?" teased the boy, holding out the stained broadsword in his own hands.
"Both of you need to give it a rest," came a new voice from the front of the room.
Sebastian smiled to himself and looked up to see those two beautiful sterling blue eyes he had come to know and love over so many years of being together. "It's all in good sport, loves," he assured, setting the tip of his sword onto the ground.
"I don't care," she said. "I won't have you two nearly killing each other all because it's 'good sport'."
Damien made a small sound of disgust, and Sebastian glanced over to his child. The teenager wore a flat expression of grimace. The look he got from his mother made him hurry to put away the sword and haul himself out of the secret training room. Sebastian snickered and turned his attention back to the small woman. She had honey toned skin, curly light brown hair, a curvy, petite frame, and the same Mark he had on his own chest peek out from the gray sweater she had on. Amber Morgenstern was by far the only girl that he wanted. Before, when he was younger and naïve, he had thought that he loved his sister, Clarissa Fray. But thanks to Amber, he had almost completely forgotten about the traitor of his blood. The only thing that made him remember was the large scar he had on his chest from that damned Glorious.
Amber suddenly put her hand on his cheek, and he couldn't help but look down into her glittering eyes. He encircled his arms around her waist and found amusement in the fact he towered over her. She barely came to his shoulder, so he thought it was funny but cute. The first time he had pointed it out, she had elbowed him. It made him glad that she had ended up laughing as well. He bent down and buried his face into the curve of her neck. Her skin was soft and warm, the scent of tangerine and peach embracing him gently. His hands tightened into the fabric of her top.
"Are you okay?" she whispered into her ear.
He sighed deeply.
"I just really missed doing this," he nuzzled her neck playfully, making her giggle.
"Stop it," she managed around her laughter. "That tickles!"
He grinned and started to tickle her, making her knees give away under her. He held her in his arms, her arms locking around his neck. He finally pulled away to see her still laughing, her cheeks flushed pink, tears lining her waterline. She stood back up and tried to push him away from her. He barely moved from her shove, smiling while she laughed lightly and hurried to the door. He followed behind her, not caring to pick up the sword he had left behind on the ground. He caught up with her on the steps leading to the main floor, and he moved the coats hiding the small door for Amber. They stepped out of the closet, and he shut the door with a light click.
The inside of their house was just as Sebastian had always remembered it: the walls were painted a brown, pictures of their families hanging in rich ruby frames, decorations all put in place by him and Amber. They walked into the living room to see Damien setting down a pack of letters onto the coffee table. Sebastian stepped up to the coffee table, and Damien nearly ran out of the room towards the door leading to his bedroom. Sebastian had no clue what was inside Damien's room, and to be honest, he was worried about what was held in there. He sat down on his chair and allowed Amber to sit down on his lap. He wrapped one arm around her back, using both hands to shift through the letters. Nothing new except for a bold red laced envelope. Amber stared down at her.
He opened it up and saw that it was addressed from the New York Institute. He read the words carefully and was shocked at what it said.
"What is it, darling?" puzzled Amber.
"It appears that my dearest sister and her husband has had yet another child," he said, his voice with a note that showed he was ready to kill. "A boy."
"Are you really upset that she has a family too?" pressed Amber.
Sebastian thought about her question for a second. "I suppose not. I shouldn't care, should I?"
"She's your sister, isn't she?" Amber put her fingers on his jawline and forced his gaze up to hers.
"She tried to kill me," he offered sarcastically, pointed at his chest. "Many, many times."
Amber frowned.
"I'm trying to say that she'll no doubt about it have a heart attack if she saw me again," he assured her. "Then everyone there would try to kill me again."
"If they wanted to kill you then why would they send you the letter?" she carefully asked.
Sebastian looked at the envelope to find a small signature and note.
"Because her daughter sent me this," he blurted aloud. "Her name's Melissa. Said she was the middle child with two older brothers and now two younger siblings."
"Is that all she said?" Amber peeked at the note.
"The rest is just pointless information I already know about," he put all the papers away and sighed in frustrated confusion.
"Perhaps you should schedule a time to meet this Melissa girl?" offered Amber.
"Too risky," Sebastian shook his head at his wife and looked up into her eyes finally. "Lord only knows what could happen."
"You're too stubborn, Sebastian," sighed Amber, her expression soft with care. "Why can't you give one little girl a chance to meet her uncle?"
"Amber," he tossed the letter onto the coffee table and moved his hands to her hips and waist. "You don't know me like I was back then. If you did, I assure you, you would have never accepted my proposal in the first place."
"I love you because you are the one that swept me off my feet," she moved to where her knees were on each side of his hips, and she closed her eyes as she pressed her forehead to his. "Do you honestly think I would care how you were in the past? I only care how you are right now: strong, loving, and a wonderful father."
He shuddered on the inside at the feeling of her warm breath as it tumbled down his neck and chest, his hands almost ripping the seam on her top.
"If you won't go, then let Damien at least go somewhere else except for where you allow him to go," she finally sighed in defeat.
"Don't sigh like that," he muttered under his breath. "You win. I'll tell Damien."
"Good," she pressed her lips to his forehead and leaned back, smiling to him. The gentle expression made his heart flitter dangerously inside his chest.
He smiled up to her and waited as she slid off his lap and walked over to the kitchen. He got up from his seat and walked over to the door to Damien's bedroom. He lightly raped his knuckled over the wood and waited for something to happen. The door cracked open to reveal a somber looking Damien. He noticed that Damien's eyes had changed from solid black and sterling blue to silver and green. He mumlled the plan to his son, not shocked when Damien only nodded before slamming the door in his father's face.
Well, he thought sarcastically. that was a nice father-son talk.